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Oct 2016
The spilled ink stained
All over the circular walls in the halls
Of my guttered mind
Reaching into the crevices
Of my brain, I strain
To see the colors
Indistinguishable to my eyes
I've become blind
Nothing is clear anymore
The mixture muddied and incoherent
I'm drowning in the thickness of it all
I wrote this in 2014
Paula Waters
Written by
Paula Waters  San Diego
(San Diego)   
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